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THE ADVERTISER.
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Snlicriplion, $2.00 per Year, in Advance.
OFFICIAL IMI'KK OF TIIF. t'Ol'T,
THE TWO VOICES.
V'lllST VOICK.
Llfo Is so full or trouble,
So fraught with Krtof and pain,
With striving ami with yearning
For things wo ne'er attain;
So tilled with vnln i-ndcnvor,
So laden with IH loss.
That tho stronxe.it heart must ahuddor
At thinking nt Its cross.
Oh, If wo eould but Hlumbor
'i'ln wenry hours away,
Korirettlnir all tho trials
That gather rounil the ilny I
If wo eould drop our orosse
Uesldo tho path we tread,
And go our ways In gladness,
With not u tear to shed I
SKCONtt VOICK.
Oh, life Is not for slumber!
He strong to dare and do;
Ho sti-adfast In euili avor,
To (iod and man be true I
Think not so much ot trouble,
And not so muuh or loss,
Ah of tho crown iu warding
Tho bearers of a crosa.
Help thojo who Journey with you
Hy earnest words and deeds;
Lear ono an ithor's burdens;
Of thought sow precious needs.
So shall tho wiy seem shorter,
Le-s hedged about with pain,
And llfo have more of sunshine,
And less of chilly ruin.
i:icn K. Itcxfont.
STEP-MOTHER AND STEP-
A Story of Liovo, Jealousy, Ha
tred, .Revenge and Heroic
Self-Sacrlik'c.
IlU the Author of "Dora 'Hiornr," "A llrtda
of Lnvf." "At War With llertdf," "A
Golden Dawn," ' Which iMVCd
Htm 1UM1" "A lioe in
Thonu," dr., S.c.
CHAPTKlt X.-('ONTiNUi:ii.
One of tho most tittuntlvo timl do
votcd of Ross' friunds during his
weary convalescence wis Prince Conoi,
wlioso interest in thu tragedy uovur
abated. He told Ross of Lady Viola's
promise; and he looked vory anxious.
"You must make liasto to get well,
Mr. Ross," he said, "and wo will try
our skill together. I will aid you."
Three days sifter that, Ross Cumnor,
who had obtained permission from tho
authorities, went to visit Learn. At
first he could only hold her in his arms
and kiss with passionate rapture the
pale, beautiful face. For a few minutes
they could say nothing but how well
and how dearly they loved each other;
and then Ross said:
'Now, dearest, what is tho mystery?
Why have you taken the crime upon
-yourself? Fpr I swear that you are not
guilt' of it! I believe in your inno
cence as 1 believe in Heaven."
Hlib looked into his face with her
dear, steadfast eyes. They seemed to
read every thought of his heart.
"You ask me that, Ross? Oh, my
love, do you not understand?"
'No,'' lie replied, slowly; "indeed,
1 do not. I am sure only of ono tiling,
and that is that you did not do it."
Still she clung to him with quivoring
lips and trembling hands.
"Oil, my love," she cried, "think for
mo! I I "am frightened now, and 1
knew no fear before!"
"Frightened, Leant? You need not
fear. It' 1 had been well and strong,
instead of stricken with fever and
crippled with broken limbs, you should
never have been sent here. As it is, I
will move heaven and earth to free you.
Oh, Learn, my love, my darling, why
did you say that you had committed
such a crime?"
She raised her head from his breast,
and looked at him.
"You will be angry, and 1 shall be
frightened," she said. "I I did not
stop to think. I heard all they said;
ami, though I did not think that you
were guilty, it seemed to me that you
must die. I did not stop to consider,
Ross, my darling. Do you not under
stand?" For a few seconds tho two stood in
perfect silence, looking into each other's
eyes.
"I begin to see," said Ross, slowly.
"Perhaps, in tho impulse of the mo
ment, hearing tho overwhelming evi
dence thero was against me, vou thought
mo guilty r
"1 cannot remember my own thoughts
clearly. 1 only knew that you were in
danger. I remember that, "when Lady
Cumnor pressed homo to you ono thing
after another, and 1 saw the faces of
the people around you growing dark,
and heard how they muttered and mur
mured against you, I said to myself:
If ho did it, it was in ono of those hot
passions of his when ho does not count
tho cost of what ho says and does.' I
remember that."
"'If!'" ho repoatod, reproachfully.
"Did you say 'If,' Learn? Did you
oven for one moment think or beliovo
that I had hurt that poor little child?"
"I cannot tell. My only clear thought
was that jou were in danger. You
know, Ross, into what terrible passions
you Hy sometimes. In one of those you
might, by an angry word or gesture,
havo frightened tho child, and so caused
him to fall into tho water. That idea
did once Hash across me."
"Rut, if ho had fallen in, I should
havo rescued him. Should I stand by
and see a child drowned, do you think?"
"Oil, my love, forgive mo! I did not
rollect. I only know that you wore in
dangor. I heard forgivo mo if 1 pain
you, Ross a man close nehind mo in
tho crowd say, 'Ho did it; as sure as
fate ho did it. Ho drowned tho little
ono, and he will be hanged for it.'
Then 1 did not stop to think another
moment; I did not care. I thought ouly
of saving you; my own life seemed less
than nothing to mo. My love, I cared
only for you. I stood beforo you and
said that, I was guilty; it was done in
the agony of tho moment."
"Rut. Loam, you said so cloarly that
beforo Heaven you were guilty of tho
child's death. How could you say that
if it was not true?"
She looked at him steadfastly.
"It was truo," she said "truo In
this way. A short timo after you had
taken tho child upon tho lake Sir Aus
ten came to mo, and wo talked about
little Hugh. I told him that I thought
you had him with you on tho moro, anil
ho si'.omed very pleased. 'The little
fellow likos tho water,' ho said. IIo
asked mo yesterday to take him out,
and I did so. But, Loam,' he added,
' I am always rathor norvous about him.
Go down yourself, and take him from
Ross when they land.' I promised I
would, but 1 did not ; and so, by break
ing mv promise, I was indeed guilty of
tho oliild's death. If I had told Sir
Austen that I could not go, ho would
have gone himself; and then little Hugh
would havo boon living."
"But," said Ross, " I sent tho boy to
you, Learn! When I drew tho boat up
on tho bank, I saw you at a distance,
standing near the olni-troes. Do you
remember being there?"
" Yes, I remember it well," sho re
plied. "1 stood there for some min
utesI was listening to tho music; but
tho child never came to me. I novor
saw him; and I had forgotten all about
Sir Austen's injunction. Look at it
which way you will either that ho foil
in, or that some cruel hand pushed
him in I r.m guilty; it all happened
through my carelessness."
"Then you never saw him, LoamP
Ho did not como to you?"
" No, I never saw him, Ross. If I
had seen him, ho would havo boon liv
ing now."
"Dearest Loam, you havo given your
lifo for nothing! The child could not
havo fallen in immediately after leav
ing mo. If ho had, ho would fallen in
near the bank. He was found in tho
middle of tiio lake where tho water
lilies grow, and he had a water-lily in
his hand. Some one must havo rowed
him out to them." And again they
looked at each other in mute amaze
ment. If neither of them had done it, who
was guilty? Tho child hail most cer
tainly been taken upon tho water; tho
fact of his having been found in tho
middle of tho lake proved it.
" It seems tome, said Ross, "that
the little fellow was lost when 1 sup
posed that he was with you. Ho must,
instead of going to you, have wandered
back to the lake.
"1 wish I had obeyed Sir Austen and
gone to look lor him," remarked Loam.
" We aro both guilty, Ross."
" But not of taking his life, thank
Heaven not of taking his life, Learn!"
"No," slio said, solemnly, "not of
taking ins life."
"And now," continued Ross, "wo
have 'to lind out who was with tho lit
tle follow. The child was taken back
to the more by somo ono. Who was
it? No one would havo any interest in
killing tho boy. It is a mystery. Do
you remomber that just at" that time,
Leant, there was nobody near tho
mere! Tho band was playing in anoth
er part of the grounds, and every ono
had gone to hoar it."
"1 remember," said Leant; "lam
not likely to forget that day."
"But Loam," continued Ross,
" how am I to forgivo you? Do you
know tho deadly peril that you placed
yourself in? Do you know that, if that
clover counsel of yours had not so suc
cessfully pleaded insanity, you, my
beautiful darling, would have iost your
lifo, or at le:tst would have been treat
ed as ono of tho worst of criminals?"
" Better that ton thousand times than
that harm should come to you," sho re
plied. "Ross, aftor all tho excitement
was over, and I had timo to rollect, I
saw that I had probably sacriliced my
lifo in vain; but I did notropout for ono
moment"
" My darling, tho dovotiou of a lifo
will never repay you novor!" ho cried:
and for a few moments thoy forgot all
their troubles in tho happiness ot thoir
lovo. "Now, Learn, mv darling," said
Ross, " I must go. The sooner I leavd
you the sooner I shall be able to sot you
frco from this horrible placo. I loathe
ovory moment of my life which linds
you liore. I shall free vou 1 cannot
tell how; but I will. I will move hoaven
and earth; and, if 1 can get no justice,
I I will burn tho placo down and run
away with jou; I will, my darling! Ah,
thank Heaven, I hear you laujrh once
moro! Dearest Learn, how Hove you! I
will rouso all England if needful; but I
will set you freo!"
"My dear, impetuous Ross!" she said,
smiling through her tears. " Ah, now
I feel what imprisonment is now tliatl
see you going away."
"I shall soon return, Learn; and,
when I do, my innocent darling, it will
bo to open the doors for you."
Thoy parted with kisses and tears;
and Ross, on his way back to the mere,
thought of the conversation thoy had
had when she had told him soll-saori-lico
was her favorite virtue.
"I ought to have known," ho
thought, bitterly, "that she sacriliced
herself for mo, Oh, Loam, I will sot
you freo, and love you and make up to
you for this!"
When ho reached home, It seemed to
him that there was unusual excitomont
in tho household. He asked for his
father, and the butler told him that Sir
Austen and Lady Cumnor had gone to
John Cobham's cottage, and that thoy
wished him to follow at once. Prince
Cenci was waiting to accompany him.
"What is it?" ho asked of tho Prince,
who looked excited.
"I do not quite know, Ross; btft I
think it is something about tho child."
"Tho child?" echoed Ross. "Lot
us make liasto then. Of course you
moan little Hugh?"
"Yos, Httlo Hugh. I do not know
what it Is. Do not oxcilo yourself,
Ross; it may bo a mistake. You shall
not stir until you have had somo wino."
"Givo it to mo quickly, then!" cried
Ross. "Oh, Loam, my beautiful lovo,
you shall bo sot at liberty!"
In half an hour thoy had reached tho
boatman's cottago and found Sir Aus
ten thero with his wifo. When Lady
Cumnor saw Ross' white, agitated face,
sho went up to him.
"You must calm yourself, Ross,"
sho said; "I bollovo thoro is good news
for you."
"For you," sho said, "not for ub;"
and oven in his agitation ho noticed
this.
"I am afraid I cannot boar vory
much," ho remarked. "Tho sight of
my darling in that wretched placo, anil
tho knowlodgo that sho is as innocent
as an angel, have unnorvoil mo."
It dawned upon him suddenly that a
woman was wooping bitterly somewhere
near.
" What is tho matter?" ho askod; and
then Mrs. Cobham, tho boatman's wife,
came forward.
" Our Jimmy's dying, Air. Ross," tho
f'ood woman answered, sobbing bittor
y; " and ho has told that to tho minis
ter which has broken his father's heart
and mine! Oh, Mr. Ross, I don't know
how to toll you! Go tip-stairs and see
him yourself."
"No," interrupted Liuly Cumnor;
"lot mo toll you myself, Ross. Sir
Austen and Cobham aro with tho dying
boy. Let mo toll you, my dear, 'fori
am a guilty, wicked, jealous woman.
Oil, Ross, Loam is innocent sho novor
touched my child!"
"1 know it I havo always known
it!" cried impetuous Ross. " I could
as soon believe that a saint would com
mit murder as that my beautiful Lcam
would."
Ho looked as ho folt, terribly agitat
ed, when Lady Cumnor, forgetting her
pride, knelt down by his side, and with
tears streaming down her faco, said:
" Can you ever forgivo mo, Ross? By
my violence and passion, by my bittor
jealousy and dislike, 1 liavo almost
caused your death and Loam's. Will
you over forgivo mo?"
Ho raised her and kissed her.
"I forgivo you," ho said, simply. "I
freely forgivo vou, for you havo suf
fered much. What is itabout tho bov?"
CIIAl'TKlt XI.
Lady Cumnor, who had so rarely ca
ressed Ross, elaspod her arms moro
closely round his nock as sho answered
him. Her hat had fallen oil", and hor
golden hair, which had broken loose,
loll over her shoulders. She had done
wrong; and now, with all her heart, sli3
meant to do right.
"It is such a sad, blundering story,
Ross," sho said; "and it seems to me
that wo wore worse than foolish not to
think of the possibility of such an oc
currence. Let mo tell you tho story as
tho boy tells it himself. On that fatal,
hateful day, Ro3.s, this boy, tho boat
man's son, was at work in tho grounds.
I think ho says that Sir Austen ordered
him to kcop tho grass clear of paper
and litter of every kind. Ho was work
ing near tho mere when ho saw you
land and draw tho boat up after you.
Ho says that you spoko a few words to
little Hugh, and that vou went one way
and Hugh tho other: that you were soon
out of sight, and that ho, having oft
en longed for a row on tho water,
thought ho might venture to indulge
himself. Ho looked around, thoro was
no ono in sight but the child. Ho
wont down to tho boat: and, when ho
was getting in, little Hugh ran back up
to him. 'Let mo go with you,' ho said;
'I want somo of those' pointing to
tho water-lilies. Jimmy, foreseeing no
harm, and proud, I suppose, of being
able to gratify little Hugh, put him
into tho boat and rowed him toward
tho water-lilies. Ho says oh, Ross,
listen! that my little one laughed with
delight, and that when thoy came to
those fatal lilies the child loaned over
tho boat's side and, with a cry of joy,
caught ono of the blossoms in his
hand; but. while trying to secure it, ho
foil into tho more and sank at once.
Tho boy seems to havo been paralyzed
with fear. Ho made somo attempt to
save him, but, finding it impossible, ho
hurried back to land. Ho'says thero
was no orcaturo near. Ho drew tho
boat up on the bank, and then, instead
of running to toll us what had hap
pened, hastened to hide himself. lie
was dripping wet for ho jumped into
tho water to save the child and, fear
ing to go homo with his wet clothes,
lest any questions should bo asked, and
knowing that in the excitement lie
would not be missed, ho slopt in tho
woods all night, and so took this chill
which will end in his death."
She slopped abruptly and held out to
Ross a faded knot of blue ribbon that
had boon torn in two.
"See, Ross hero is proof of what
ho says. Tho boy tells mo that as lit
tle Hugh fell ho clutched at tho shoulder-knot
my darling wore, and it gave
way in his hands. Ho has kept it ever
since."
"And Lcam," cried Ross, "has
sacrificed her freedom for this!"
"She will bo free now," said Li'.dy
Cumnor.
"Free? Yes with a blight on her
lifo that nothing can romovo; sho will
bo freo, but tho odium will cling to her
to tho last!"
"No," cried Lady Cumnor, "you
aro mistaken! There will bono taint,
no blanio, no shame. Everybody will
know how Loam loved you, booauso of
what sho did to save you. So far from
being contemned, she will bo moro
loved and honored than over."
"I should like to sec tho boy," said
Ross, "and hear tho story from his
own lips."
Ho wont up Into the room whoro tho
boy lay dying. Thoro Ross found
Cobham, tho boatman, and tho lawyer
who had written down the statement,
and tho clergyman who had listened to
it. Sir Austen was comforting tho dy
ing boy with kindly words.
" To think," said tho old boatman,
while tho tears dropped down his faco,
" that my lad should havo done such a
thing as that and kept it to himself"
"1 was frightonod," gasped tho boy.
" I thought thoy would hang mo for ft.
1 dared not toll."
"My poor Loam!" sighed Sir Aus
ten. The boy turned his haggard, dying
faco to him.
" I novor had tho lady out of mv
mind, sir," ho said. "I hoard mother
road how tho young ladv said sho was
guilty; but I know that i had done it,
and no ono olso. Ask her to forgivo
mo, sir. I was so afraid of being
hung!"
Half an hour afterward tho boy died,
his last moments soothed by tho elor
gyman nt his side.
Some days elapsed beforo Loam was
liboratcd, 'and then sho became tho
heroine of the day. Her story was in
every newspaper and on almost every
lip. It was another nine days' wonder,
and then it died away; but in the hearts
of tho people who lived near her homo,
aud in the hearts of those who loved
hor, tho memory of hor groat saerilico
novor died.
Tho lirst to welcomo hor, whon sho
crossed tho threshold of tho mere, was
Lady Cumnor; and Loam, whoso heart
was all aglow with happiness and lovo,
forgave her hor past hostility. Sho
kissod tho proud, fair faco bent boforo
hor in stioh utter humiliation.
"I wish,',' sh'oj whispered, gently
" oh, how I wish, Lady Cumnor, that I
could givo you baok your little son!"
It was Lady Cumnor who iixed tho
wedding-day; sho was so humble, so
loving, so patient, so anxious to mako
Leatn and Ross happy, that thoy could
not resist her.
"It was on Christmas Evo," sho said,
"that I camo here; and I brought with
mo misfortune and sorrow. Lot mo
atono for it by bringing to this Christ
mas Evo gladness and lovo."
It was a strange day for a wedding,
as every ono agroed; yot it had a charm
of its own. No wedding-day could
havo seen two fairer brides; for Prince
Cenci had won beautiful Lady Viola,
and thoy wore married on tlie same day.
That sanio Christmas Eve, while thu
wedding-guests wore all busily occu
pied, Lady Cumnor called Ross and
Learn into Sir Austen's study. She
looked right queenly in her wodding
attirc. She took tho hand of her hus
band's son and held it in her own.
"Ross," she said, gently. "I did you
a cruel injustico onco; now let mo atono
for it. My little son in Heaven has
taught me many lessons that I should
novor havo learned from earthly wis
dom. Let mo atono for my injustico
now. Hoaven may bless mo with other
children; but your inheritance, Ross,
shall bo yours. I havo asked Sir Austen
to leave Larohton Moro to you and your
heirs forovor; and ho has decided to do
so. Kiss me, and let us bury tho past."
And he did so.
Another matter that touched and
pleasod Ross was this. On going into
tho gallery where his mothers picture
hung, he found it wreathed with ivy
and Christmas berries. Ho brought his
wifo Loam to look at it, and Lady Cum
nor followed thorn. Tho carol-singers
wore singing just then, and tho Christ
mas bolls' were chimin" merrily.
Lcam turned and clasped her arms
round the stately ligure, always for tho
future to bo loved and never again
feared. They formed a pretty group
when Ross lovingly put his arm round
his wife's shoulders, smiling tho while
into his stop-mother's face.
"What a change," ho said, "from
tho Christmas Eve when you came!
How perplexed and anxious I was then,
and how happy I am now!"
"My heart has been touched by tho
vision of a little child," said Lady Cum
nor. " Heaven Knows best. Perhaps,
if my boy had lived, I should always
have been proud, jealous and envious.
I believe his bright, pure little spirit
overshadows me. Ah mo. ah mo, tho
snow on tho ground is not whiter than
that little body was, not purer than tho
little soul that winged its way to Heav
en' I could fancy this," sho said, go
ing to tho window, and drawing asido
tho hangings, " the Christmas night of
many hundreds of years ago."
Ross bent down and kissed his wifo's
sweet faco. Lady Cumnor turned to
him suddenly.
" Ross," she said, " do you think my
child died that I might live a higher
lifo?"
"I cannot tell," ho replied; and,
with her eyes fixed upon tho stars, sho
murmured softly:
"Great (flits can bo given by Httlo hands,
Since of all Kins l.ovo Is still tho best."
TIIK KND.
A Mexican at Las Vogas, Now
Mexico, tied his wifo firmly to' a board,
loaned her thus helpless against a fence,
took a position fifty feet away, and
used her as a target for rifle practice
Ho did not hit her, his object bcintj to
frighten hor by imbedding tho bullets
in the board close to her head and
body. She fainted under the frightful
ordeal.
Mrs. Agassi, found, one morning,
in one of hor slippers, a cold little slimy
snake, ono of six sent the day boforo to
her scientilii: spouse, and carefully sot
asido by him lor safety under the bed.
Sho screamed, "Thero is asnako in my
slipper!" Tho savant leaped from hi
couch, crying, "A snake! Good Hoav
en, wlioro aro tho other live?"
PKKSOXAL and literary.
"Mark Twain's" Amorican sketch
os havo boon translated into French.
Tho books boquoathod by Carlylo
to tho Harvard library number 325
volumes.
E. A. Frooman, tho historian, will
lecture in Boston during Ids coming vis
it to this country.
Ernest Longfellow, son of tho poot,
will paint a portrait of his father for
Memorial Hall at Bowdoln Collogo.
Ono of tho ploasantost things in
railway travel nowadays, says tho Chris
linn Union, Is to bo grootod by tho news
agents on tho cars with tho cry: "Re
vised Now Testament, only twonty
cents!" Tho book has sold rapidly, and
probably novor boforo has thoro boon
so much Biblo reading as thoro is now.
Chincso authors complain that thoir
works nro not only printed in Japan,
but that cheap editions of them aro im
ported into China and sold to thoir dot
riniont. Chinese authors havo porpot
tial copyright in their productions, and
any infringer of an author's rights is
punished by rocoiving a hundretrulows
and boln5 transported for throe yoars.
Dr. Ollvor Wondoll Holmes savs, in
answer to a letter, that a freo public
library " is as necessary to a town as a
nest is to a pair of birds. Scholars aro
suro to bo hatchod In it soonor or later,
and in all such institutions you will soo
a good many old birds Jovo to nostlo
and lind themselves vory warm and
comfortable whether thoy brood and
fling or not."
Ono of Sir Edwin Landsoor's pic
tures recently brought at a London sato
tho sum of $U,70. Thoauotlonoor ro
latod that while Sir Edwin was engaged
upon it Mr. Mlllais happonod to call
upon him, and tho older painter said to
tho younger: "If I don't livo to linish
this picture you will do it for mo." Sir
Edwin did dio, leaving tho work unfin
ished, and Mr. Millais completed it.
Gilbert and Sullivan seem to havo
concluded that thoir now comio opera
" Pationco," which is as groat a success
in London as "Pinafore," would not
mako a hit on tho Amorican stage, as
thoy havo abandoned thoir dramatic
right hero by publishing t ho nitisic, with
accompanying words. Tho thomo is
tho icsthotio crazo in England, aud it
probably would not bo thought funny
by tho moss of Americans.
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HUMOROUS.
Protested notes Those emanating
from your noighbor's violin. Yonkcrs
Oazcltc.
Who says it's unhealthy to sleep in
fniif IiiiiuU
j-iOok at mo spring chicken
and soo
Courier.
how
totisrh
ho is. Boston
It has been definitely settlod at last
that the reason why tho pig's tail curls
is booauso it's styod whon it is voung.
Jloston Times.
It's a poor rulo that don't work
both ways, as tho foreman of tho print-ing-oillco
said when ho turned tho col
umn rules for tho death of tho editor.
Somcrvillc Journal.
Tho game of lawn-tennis is chlolly
notable booauso it affords young ladies
an opportunity to wear base-ball shoes
and know what is comfortable to tho
feet. New Haven licyistcr.
A French engineer, aftora serios of
experiments with a loaf of bread baked
by a Vassar Collogo girl, now announces
that tho projector tunneling Mont Ulano
is entirely practicable. Philadelphia
fletvs.
A creaturo with no aim in lifo but
that of bringing unhappinoss to Ids fol
low creatures publishes the fact that
enough Connecticut tobacco was raised
last year to mako 000,000,000 cigars.
Boston Transcript.
Says a society paper: "Tho nearer
tho bangs como to tho eyebrow tho moro
fashionablo is tho wearer." A hint to
quarrelsome husbands. Hit hor square
on tho o,o if you want hor to appear
Hlylinh. Philadelphia Chronicle.
"Everything I touch drops," said
Mrs. Jarloy, as her fork foil on tho
floor. Mr. Jarloy replied, "1 wish you
would touch the price of beef," as ho
readied for a piece of steak that cost
twenty-five conts a pound. Syracuse
Sunday Times.
A boy in Pennsylvania was recent
ly choked to death on a prune stono.
Wo always supposed a boy couldn't
swallow an anchor, that is, not vory
easily, but wo thought ho could get
away with anything that didn't have a
cross-pioco to t.--hurliiujton Ilaivkeie.
Tho girl who makes tho acquaint
anco of every young man sho sees,
without waiting to know who or what
ho is, is hold in tho same osteom by
men as tho yollow dog that will lick
ovory hand that, pats its head. Tur
ner's Falls lieporler.
Tho Now York Times, in a cool,
Philistine fashion, remarks: "Somo
forms of charity aro fashionablo," and
goos on to show that a woman who
wishes to bo considered as belonging to
tho cream of society must bo good to
tho poor.
There aro women to-day in San
Francisco (says tho Chronicle of that
city) subsisting on scanty crusts in
blind alloys, who eould stop into tho
empty mansions of our now millionaires
and arrango tho appointments of room
aftor room of tho entire houso, with an
artistic sense and individuality of tasto
which would put to tho blush tho lirst
upholsterer of tho city. Tho day is
not far distant whon this will become a
distinct calling for women. Tho origi
nality of conception and design mani
fested by womon wherever thoir artistic
powers aro allowed a chanco for devel
opment will load to many newpathsfor
Industrious womanhood."